Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! In the next four lines we learn that there's a reason why our speaker is sitting up late, trying to distract himself with these old books.
He's grieving for a lost woman, someone named Lenore. This woman His wife? His girlfriend? He hopes for an end to the pain, what he calls "surcease from sorrow" 10 , but maybe staying up and reading late in December isn't the best way to get your mind off of a loved one's death.
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. Cite This Page. Logging out…. Logging out You've been inactive for a while, logging you out in a few seconds The speaker imbues the raven with the power of prophecy, knowing that it will only prophesy in a way that increases his despair. And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
These final lines of the poem show the speaker left in unending despair. The speaker feels trapped in his hopelessness with no sign of reprieve. SparkTeach Teacher's Handbook. Summary Plot Summary.
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